Even her own cats can’t take the Swift Suspense. Bitin’ the ivories.
Even her own cats can’t take the Swift Suspense. Bitin’ the ivories.
Percival looked his parents straight in the eye, and confessed that the kids have gotten him high… and left him letting it ALL hang out alone with a box of dubious rosè and a party bag of Cool Ranch Doritos… and he shall now require assistance getting up.
He will baby-sit tomorrow night.
She’s got her paws in the air like she just don’t care… 🎶
Clearly waiting for a Harris-Walz Cat Party Blowout.